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He was locked in his room, locked away from eyes, from others. He'd helped Raoth, he'd given his deer hay and grasses and left him in the stable with the horses. It felt no one could make him feel better. Darkness fell over the Knightly man. His sword was away from him, hanging on a hook in his room, still strapped to the belt. The only thing not on the belt was his pouch that had his paraphernalia. A glass pipe of sorts packed tight with his marijuana sat on the side table. A few bottles of whiskey sat along it. For now he had a bottle of wine in his grip, the other hand had what was a joint, but now dwindled to nothing and being pitched across the room with a flick. He took a long swig of his bottle before reaching over and placing it down then grabbing his pipe and matches.
His expression was nothing but grim. The brightly expression that was in his eyes was drained. He was hurting, and he didn't know how to fix it. Aro had never felt pain like this. The woman in Italy had hurt him but that was superficial...this was more. He was going to be a father, and the thought excited him despite the fear and upset of what had caused it. Still, he wanted to be a father, and didn't realized it until then. The only other hope was Adriana, perhaps she was going to have his litter? It would be joyous to have a pup to call his own. Still, he didn't want to track her down, he barely knew the woman...at least with Eclipse he knew her some from the pack dance. That wasn't in his mind though, he almost didn't want to know if they were his. He'd be there, if she needed him....but until those pups were born, he'd have no involvement....but he knew deep down, he couldn't be that cold to Adriana..he needed to talk to her..
That wasn't going to be today, though, and most likely not tomorrow. For now Aro was going to drown his emotions and drink them down. The high was going to relax him. His thumb on the hole, and he lit the herb, inhaled and released the hole. Lungs filled joyously with that sweet smoke.
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